Sitting on the floor in my room Thought you'd stay in One more night right here'd have us saying I think about being more, and fading Cold feet scratch against the new pavement Stare at the mirror til we lose our faces Goth, punk, rock in our favorite playlist No such thing as a bad day Two numb hands in the backroom painting Just two friends in the bathroom playing Black lights on and I get afraid I dance too much in a different way But not so soon, we still have today Not so soon, we still have today Not so soon, we still have today Not so soon, we still have today I can't